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Jason and Chloe's Story	By : daciavu73 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 2780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Don't own anything related to Smallville, no money is made on the fics I write. I just like to play with the characters for entertainment.

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"I feel special. Smallville High's prom queen in my dorm room. I'm not sure what to do. Should I bow?"

Chloe giggled, the alcohol making her tipsy. They were on Jason's couch, in the dorm room bought with his family money, drinking the wine coolers he had. She almost finished a wine cooler and was soon to start on another one. She was feeling a pleasant buzz from the alcohol and she was sitting on the couch of Jason Teague, Lana's ex-boyfriend! She was feeling slightly reckless tonight, wanting to thumb her nose at the whole world. And that definitely included Clark and Lana.

She peered around, smiling brightly at the décor. "This is nice," she murmured, turning back to beam at him. Jason smirked, tipping his wine cooler in her direction in thanks.

"It's only temporary, but I suppose if I have to live somewhere, this doesn't do too badly."

Chloe cast her eyes around the room. It was sparsely furnished, but the electronics set up in the far corner of the room seemed state of the art. "Mmm hmm..." She turned back and caught his eye. "I wish I had a place this nice."

"I don't usually talk about my apartment when I have a beautiful, intelligent blonde in my room." He murmured, reaching out to trace a finger down her cheek. He didn't like thinking about how he had this nice place, nor what he had to do to get it. The Swiss bank account he'd set up to hide the money his mother paid him, and the fact that he embezzles a few thousand here and there from his mother to build up the account. His eyes narrowed briefly and he swallowed the bile in his throat. No! It was better to focus on Chloe.

"Lana never told me you were so fun to be with."

"Lana probably doesn't tell you a lot of things." Jason answered sardonically.

"Are you insinuating that our friendship is not as close as we appear?"

The smile on her face faded under the intensity of his serious gaze. "No, I'm telling you it's not." Seeing her raised eyebrow, he sighed, and turned his body to where he was facing her fully, arm on the back of the couch and a knee resting on the couch seat, resting the wine cooler on his knee, keeping the bottle steady with his left hand. He tried his best to explain. "Lana goes on and on about how she's sick of people keeping secrets. She expects everyone to be open books. That's just impossible. God knows I don't want everyone knowing every skeleton in my closet, that's for damn sure."

Chloe took a sip from her bottle, thinking it over. "She has her own secrets. She's not nearly as forthcoming as she'd like everyone else to be."

"Damn straight! And she is definitely with the wrong guy if she wants to know all about him. Clark Kent is locked up tighter than Fort Knox. That will eventually drive her crazy."

Chloe had her body turned in his direction, mimicking his posture, except her head was lying on the back of the couch, giving Jason the opportunity to play with the curls in her hair. She was staring at him with heavy lidded eyes and a small smile. Jason quirked a brow and asked curiously, "What?"

"Is it really true that you and Lana never..." Chloe trailed off, trying to find a polite to say it.

"Fucked?" Jason supplied boldly, filling in the blank of her thoughts while stroking a particular curl he had wrapped around his finger. He shrugged, "Unfortunately, it is true, we never did. She did offer once though."

Any dirt on Lana brought a smile. Lana always seemed too perfect. "Oh yeah? Do tell!"

Taking another swig of his wine cooler, he swallowed and smirked at Chloe, shrugging, "Doesn't really matter. She was just trying to keep me in the relationship by using her body, and frankly, I don't want a girl that will use her body as a weapon to keep me compliant. I look at that as just another power play and that turns me off, big time."

Another swig and he continued, watching Chloe carefully. "I want a girl that wants me for me. Not for my money, because if I screw up, that won't last. Not someone my Mom chooses because frankly..." He shuddered and shook his head, "That is a scary thought. But someone that cares about me and will stand by me regardless. As for Lana?" Jason had to reluctantly release Chloe's hair as he gulped one last swig and tossed the empty bottle in the garbage, grabbing two more and opening them, passing one to Chloe since she finished hers and he gulped another swallow from his bottle. "All it took is one look from Clark Kent and she went running back. I never stood a chance. She ran to Paris because of Clark, so I was the rebound guy. Nothing more."

Chloe scooted closer to him and leaned over on him drunkenly, placing a hand on his shoulder, and her chin on top of that. With half hooded eyes, she asked, "Did you ever want to? Do it with her I mean?"

Jason snorted, "Hell yes! I'm a guy, not a monk! What do you think?"

"Of course,." Chloe sighed, then pouted and leaned away from him, obvious disappointment in her body language. She drunkenly slurs, "Everybody wants Lana. Never (hic!) me!" Shaking her head drunkenly, she whines, "You haven't shut up about her since I got here. Why is that? What does she have that I don't?"

Jason wasn't quite as drunk as Chloe, but was drunk enough to loosen his tongue, and to realize he better do some damage control. "Not a damn thing sweetheart."

Chloe wasn't listening. She barreled on, leaping clumsily off of the couch and pacing in front of him, gesturing with her arms and nearly sloshing her wine cooler on the carpet. "Come on! She's friggin' perfect! She has the exotic looks and guys flock around her like bees to honey. But me? I'm just... plain!" Chloe sniffed, trying her best to keep from crying. Another gulp from her bottle, and then she exclaims, "I am constantly surrounded by what I'm not. There's Lana and her oh-so-perfect self. And then, there's Lois, who has a rack out to here..." Chloe extends her hands several inches in front of her chest to indicate Lois's attributes. "And Lois can kick any guy's ass if she is pissed off enough. But me? I'm just editor of the school newspaper, the search engine, the go-to dependable Chloe."

"And prom queen. Don't forget that. You've one-upped Lana and Lois on that one." Jason interjected. His lips twitched as she shook her head, golden hair tossing back and forth in agitation.

"Just a fluke." Chloe said, rolling her eyes, "That's just an 'in your face' kind of message that the school was making to the popular kids because of one of my articles. Compare me to my closest friends and I'm not even a blip on the radar!"

Jason shook his head in wonder. "Who'd have thought a girl like you would have issues with insecurity?" He tilted his head, and his eyes raked over her, as though he'd not seen her before. "You really have no reason to be, you know."

"What?"

"Insecure."

"Why's that," she demanded, propping a fist on her hip.

"You're gorgeous, Chloe."

Her eyes were wide with wonder and her arms dropped to her sides, "Really? You think I'm gorgeous?"

Jason had to reach out quickly from his sitting position and grab her wine cooler bottle, setting it on the floor out of the way before it spilled all over the floor. Then he carefully took her hands and looked her in the eyes.

"Yes." He replied seriously, squinting at her. "I'll tell you one thing, had I met you first, Lana would have been the last thing on my mind."

"Oh, come on!" Chloe exclaimed with an eye roll.

Giving her hands a friendly squeeze, he exclaimed, "It's true. I'd have tripped over my own tongue-" he huffed out a breath as he watched the incredulous look spread over her features. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

He realeased her hands in order to lever himself off the low couch. It took him a couple of tries to get off the couch due to a swimming head and limbs that seemed to be made of lead. Once accomplished though, he turned to Chloe, extending his hand, wanting her to make the choice to place her hand in his. She hesitated, he flashed her a disarming smile.

"Trust me, Chloe. I'm not the big bad wolf about to devour Little Red Riding Hood. This will take just a moment."

He walked her over to a mirror. Her hair was askew, the crown was lopsided and Jason's arms were around her waist from behind, keeping her upright on her unsteady legs.

"Look at the girl in the mirror, Chloe." he murmured as he met her eyes in the mirror.

"Yeah, she's a mess!" Chloe frowned at her reflection.

But Jason shook his head. "No... I see sparkling green eyes, blond hair, gorgeous body and an actual brain behind all of that. You are the complete package Chlo'."

Jason hooked a finger underneath her chin, turned her head toward him and slowly lowered his head to her mouth, kissing her softly. When she began to respond, he backed off, his lips hovering millimeters from hers, their breaths mingling. He closed his eyes for just a moment, breathed in the heady scent of her, then opened his eyes, meeting her gaze and whispered huskily, "Now, look in the mirror."

Shakily, she turned back to the mirror and started to see what he was trying to say. Her skin was now flushed, but she wasn't sure if it was his kiss or the alcohol that caused that. Her lips had that fresh kissed roundness to them and she could begin to see the nipples poking through her dress in embarrassing arousal.

Hugging her from behind, Jason whispered in her ear, "You're so much better than Lana. I wish there was some way I could really get you to see that."

Chloe's self esteem was still very fragile and she rolled her eyes, "Right... you are using lines to get into my pants."

Jason stilled, he gritted his teeth and then slowly backed away. Chloe felt the change instantly and turned to face him. The anger flashing in his green eyes made her gasp.

In a deadly serious voice, he gritted out, "Let's get something straight Chloe. I don't need to feed lines to any woman to make them want me. All right?"

Chloe nodded mutely, surprised at his sudden change in his demeanor and she was beginning to wonder if she might need to beat a hasty retreat.

Instead, Jason took a deep breath and let it out in a whoosh, calming himself. He approached her more calmly, placing his hands on her waist. Now his voice sounded more normal, less gritting. "All I want, Chlo', is for us to have a good time. Sex doesn't have to be involved."

Chloe was getting woozy so Jason led her back to the couch, helping her sit down. Chloe placed her head in her hands to still her spinning head, "Guys like you usually don't look twice at me, Jason. The only reason I'm here is because Lana isn't."

Jason sat down next to her and remarked truthfully, "And the only reason you agreed to come here is because Clark is beyond your reach."

Chloe turned her head to glare at him and he shrugged, not one bit apologetic. "Hey! It's the truth! But you know what else?" Jason leaned forward and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, then cupped her cheek, "He's the one getting the raw end of the deal tonight."

Seeing that he had her full, undivided attention, he placed an arm around her shoulders and continued, "Clark has this beautiful girl that is obviously very devoted to him, and would do absolutely anything for him, but he's stuck on Lana... a girl that's all about herself. That's his loss Chlo'. You deserve so much better than that. You deserve a guy that is just as devoted to you as you are to him. I think you should move on past Clark Kent and get on with your life."

He pulled his cell phone out of his shirt pocket and flipped it open, "And to prove my gentlemanly motives, I'm calling you a cab."

While he waited for someone to pick up, he winked at her, "I don't know about you, but I don't drink and drive and I've had a little too much to drive you home. I want you home safely."

This gesture warmed Chloe's heart. He spoke quickly, smiling at her when he turned to find her watching him. When he disconnected, he closed his phone and placed it back in his shirt pocket.

"They'll be here in about fifteen minutes." he announced.

"Jason..." Chloe started out hesitantly, not sure how to ask for what she wanted.

"Yeah?" he asked, his arm still around her and he gave her a friendly squeeze on the shoulder.

"This was my senior prom, and I was even crowned prom queen... but I never got to dance."

Jason smiled at her, then stood again, giving his spinning head a minute to right itself before approaching his CD player, looking through his CDs. Chloe's eyes widened when he found a CD of her favorite band, started a slow ballad and turned to her with a smile.

"Consider it done!" He extended his hand for a second time that evening to her. "Chloe, may I have this dance?"
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